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4 rHE TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL > ATLANTA, GA., 5 NORTH FORSYTH ST. Entered at the Atlanta Postoffice as Mail Matter of the Second Class. Daily, Sunday, Tri-Weekly SUBSCRIPTION PRICE TRI-WEEKLY Twelve months $1.50 Eight months SI.OO Six months 75c Four months 50c Subscription Prices Daily and Sunday I (By Mail —Payable Strictly in Advance) 1 Wk.l Mo. 3 Mo«. 6 Mos. 1 Yr. . Daily and Sunday 20c 90c $2.50 $5.00 $9.50 i Daily 16c 70c 2.00 4.00 7.50 I Sunday ..........k... 7c 30c .90 1.75 8.25 j The Tri-Weekly Journal is published ■ on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday and is mailed by the shortest routes for early I delivery. It contains news from all over the world, brought by special leased wires into our office. It has a staff of distinguished con tributors, with strong departments of spe cial value to the home and the farm. Agents wanted at every postoffice. Lib eral commission allowed. Outfit free. Write R. R. BRADLEY, Circulation Man ager. The .only traveling representatives we have are B. F. Bolton, C. C. Coyle', Charles H. Woodliff, J. M. Patten, Dan Hall, Jr., W. L. Walton, M. H. Bevil and John Mac- Jennings. We will be responsible for money paid to the above named traveling • representatives. NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS The label ueed for addressing your paper allows the time your subocription expires. By renewing at least two weeks before the date on this label, you insure regular service. In ordering paper changed, be sure to mention your old as well as your new address. If ou a route, please give the route number. We cannot enter subscriptions to begin with back num bers. Remittances should be sent by postal order or registered mail, Address all orders and notices for this Department to THE JOUKN AL, Atlanta, Ga. “What Is Best for Georgia?" Puts Factionism to Shame A HIGHLY noticeable and significant fact in the Georgia Senatorial contest is the temper of calm reasonable ness in which most of the newspapers of the State are weighing the issues. With one or two unhappy exceptions, they have put off the rancorous partisanship of other days and planted their discussion upon the broad, high ground of what is best for the Commonwealth!. Here and there, it is true, old prejudices and hates are heard hissing again, and men are urged to vote as emotional factionists rather than as thoughtful citizens with a mind single to the general good. But .this attitude is becoming so rare that it is less like a living species of politics than the bones of some strange reptile from earth’s long-forgotten past, now exhibited among the curios of a museum. There was a time when it was quite the mode to denounce your political op ponent as a liar, a traitor, a scoundrel, a Bene dict Arnold, a viper and a polecat all in one. Os course, the hurlers of these feckful phrases knew that she gentleman to whom they referred was not really a viper and not really a Benedict Arnold. The campaign over and its asperities calmed, they not in frequently would concede him to be useful and upright; and if in the course of mortal nature he was gathered to his fathers, how their obituary harps would twang! The amusing thing, however, is that it never oc curred to them what howling fishwives they were making of themselves. To see how happily times have changed one has but to glance at the run of comment on the present Senatorial contest—fairly gathered and fairly presented comment, that is to say, not the garblings and distortions of a hysteric press agent. Hear, for example’, the quiet, but cogent, reasoning of the Moul trie Observer: “Only four weeks remain of the political campaign in this State. You "have only four weeks to forbear, four weeks to guard against making an ass of yourself. Four weeks of controlling your temper and refraining from heated arguments will bring you the rewards of peace and the esteem of your fellows.” As for efforts to revive past quarrels irrelevant to present issues: “Many hatreds are being brought out of the closets and many old warriors, snipers, insurgents, bearing wounds and harboring grudges of the bast, are coming forth to fight anew the bat tles that should be forgotten. Shall a for ward-looking man, interested in truth, jus tice, fair play, a free vote and a fair count, worry because the professional politician and he professional fighter is sounding an alarm? iVe think not. It is better to compose your ;elf, control yourself, think for yourself, and jpeak for yourself, trusting to the righteous ress of your cause and the spirit of fairness ind justice in which you seek to influence others to win men and votes to your cause.” What a world of difference between this houghtful attitude and the wild gesticula ions of certain enemies of Georgia’s senior Senator! Apparently they have but one aim, nd that is the defeat of Hoke Smith, re gardless of the interests of the State. Is it o be wondered' that with so petty a pur >ose their appeal is to prejudice and faction sm, or that in venting their partisan gall hey lose sight of the broad interests of their Commonwealth? Says the Dublin Courier- JCrald in a keen survey of the situation: “It was not to defeat Watson that Governor Dorsey was entered, but to fur nish fuel for the hoped-for consuming fires of hatred against Senator Hoke Smith. As an Atlanta newspaper writer recently stated in Dublin, ‘We don’t care who whips Hoke Smith, just so he is whipped.’ ” There you have the unmasked spirit of the :hief opposition to the senior Senator’s re flection. It was apparent from the outset :hat the race was between him and Thomas E. Watson—the one a builder, of proved worth to the state, the other destructive and erratic. It was apparent, to an open-minded inlooker, that the election of Mr. Watson would be an extreme misfortune, if not, in deed, a calamity, and that the sure way to prevent it lay in a union of the State’s loyally Dembcratic and constructive forces. As the man already at the Senatorial helm and as one whose record of remarkably fruitful service entitled him to consideration, Hoke Smith was from the first,-as he has continued to be, the inevitable candidate for that pur pose. In every essential he stood, as he still standi, the antithesis of Watson. The lat ter denounced the great war measures and urged a course that would have brought the country to shame; the senator supported them with zealous devotion and with an effective ness that hastened the victory. A veteran in Democracy’s battles whose allegiance has known no shadow of turning, a tried and faithful servant of the State, whose experi ance and influence will be valuable beyond measure in the uncertain times ahead, Sen ator Smith is obviously the one best fitted to oppose Watson and to render the State substantial service. But the irreconcilable factionists would not see it so. They would lot have union and concord; not even for the good of Democracy: they would not forget lid feuds and bitterness, not even for the good of Georgia. What matters it though the State should suffer, if only factional ends can be served? “We don’t care who whips Hoke Smith, just so he is whipped! ! !” Happily, however, this churlish spirit is dying. While in some bosoms the old malice still is nursed and from some pens vitupera tion will always flow, the rank and file are swayed less and less by such influence, more THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL. and more by thought of the public good. After all, there is but one question of mo ment in the Senatorial contest—who best can serve the interests of Georgia and her peo ple? This is not to be answered by resort to passion and prejudice, but only by con sidering the records involved and the duties to be performed. Would a rash and de structive or an untried and ineffectual Sen ator be worth as much to Georgia as one who is prudent, experienced and unfailingly effi cient? This is the practical issue, and the only issue for reasonable men to ponder, not withstanding appeals to petty factionism. ♦- - Ponzi, Spectacular Financier HUMAN nature hasn’t changed much since P. T. Barnum’s day. The master showman advanced the theory that "a sucker is born every minute,” and Charles Ponzi, years later, has proved it. Whatever the courts may decide in the case of the “basket millionaire,” whether he be innocent or guilty of swindling, the fact remains that thousands of .his fellow creatures were innocent enough to trust him without, apparently, the faintest knowledge of the means by which he was to give them “fifty per cent profit in forty-five days.” The investigators declare his claim of huge prof its in international reply postal coupons were mere dreams, impossible of fulfillment. If that is their opinion after exhaustive inquiry, what ounce of common-sense dictated the reckless faith of his followers, who had lit tle more than a promise? Not common-sense was it, but the old, old desire —“something for nothing!” The greed for gold, the will-o'-the-wisp that beckoned the Argonauts, the lust that beat a path to the Klondike and to California, the fever burning in the market plunger’s veins today as it burned in the heart of Jason ten thou sand years ago; castles in Spain, the pot at the end of the rainbow; the lure that comes to all of us, from the black hand hovering over the dice in Darktown to the frenzied fingers gripping the tape in Wall Street. i “Something for nothing.” And what is the end? A cross on the Yukon trail, a blood-spot on the casino steps at Monte Carlo, an aged Italian weeping in the line before Ponzi’s office. For one who captures the Golden Fleece, a thousand chase the rainbow in vain. That is the lesson. It is not new. It is quite obvious. But the Ponzi case teaches again what, seemingly, cannot be taught too often: that the law of compensation seldom fails and the best rule to follow is, “By the sweat of his brow shall man eat bread.” > A Timely Warning GEORGIA people between the ages of ten and forty, in particular those living in cities, will do well to heed the advice of the state board of health to guard themselves against typhoid fever by immediate inoculation. Typhoid cases, states the board, are on the increase. Seventy-three were reported to the board during the first week of August, the high-water mark in reports that have been steadily on the increase since early summer, reaching a total of 177 for the month of luly alone. There is nothing in the board’s statement to cause undue alarm, only a timely and need ed warning. Too many people are prone to be inexcusably lax in the matter of their own physical well-being, when a few simple and approved precautions, if taken in time, will be the jneans of saving them much suf fering and possible loss of life. August, fag-end of summer, is typhoid’s own month, when the nerves have been swel tered to jangled edge, many faces are wilted white instead of burned red, vitality is at its lowest ebb and the whole system is often most susceptible to disease. It is no time for anyone to take unnecessary chances. Antityphoid prophylactic has been thor oughly established as a protective, not only by the state, but by the government, which has used it for a number of years in the army and navy and other departments. The im munity it provides is beyond question. When, added to this, is the fact that the vaccine is offered to everybody in the state without any cost to them, whatever, it l would seem actual folly for anyone to forego this safeguard. Therefore, do as the state board of health urges, procure a sufficient quantity of the vaccine and have your physician or the local health officer administer it. Georgia ChamPions Atlanta has been -visited in her day by champions innumerable —golf champions, boxing champions, champions of practically every sport, and champions in many other lines of human endeavor. But on Tuesday Atlanta was host to a’set of champions whose presence in the city did us rarer honor, meas ured by the genuine worth of their achieve ment, than the visit of any laurel-crowned athlete or starry genius. There were eighty-three of them in all, twenty-eight Georgia girls and fifty-five Geor gia boys, winners of the prizes offered at county fairs last fall to the best displays in canning and cooking, sewing and poultry rais ing for the girls; in calf and pig culture, wheat, potato and cotton growing for the boys. They were returning to their homes from Athens, where they had been given, the reward for their efforts in courses in agricul ture at the State College. Champions of the hearth and home, heroes of the farm and fireside, they merit not alone ihe praise, but the sincere gratitude of their fellow Georgians. For they are of the stuff on which the strength of nations and the sin ews of a people are built, the creators and the producers of what prosperity, what prog ress the future holds for the commonwealth. Not alone to their fellows, but to their elders they may well serve as -shining examples of wholesome, hearty industry. More power to their heads, their hearts, their arms as they go back to the scenes of their labors! The World s Sugar Bowl PREDICTIONS that sugar prices are likely to fall, pwing to “an abundant supply,” prompts the Indianapolis News to remark: “What is meant is not the supply of raw, nor, if the refiners in their monthly bulletins give a truthful account of their output (and there is no reason to* believe that they do not), the supply of re fined sugar, but the free supply of sugar to the consumer; it appears that certain men of a speculative turn of mind haye de cided that in the face of general price ad justments, now is the time to unload.” Speculation no doubt has played a heavy hand in the market, much to the annoyance of conservative dealers as well as of the consuming rank and file. It is none the less evident, however, that the detaand for su gar' has multiplied Tn recent years far more rapidly than its production. The United States, long known for its indulgence in sweets, has increased its consumption so greatly as to absorb almost the entire in crement in the world’s supply since the war. Besides the steady normal growth in the staple needs for sugar, there has been a re markable expansion in the sale of confec tioneries, not in this country alone but in parts of the world hitherto unused to such luxuries. In the frugallest corners of Eu rope, even among the once stinted masses of the Orient, the demand for more sweets has become insistent. The situation should be peculiarly Interest- ing to States like Georgia and her neighbors whose natural resources for producing su gar are exceedingly \ rich. There is scant likelihood, dependable observers say, of th% supply’s overtopping the demand. ♦ ‘ One Independent Man" IF all citizens in America the farmer is in all probability the most independent of the efforts and co-operation of oth ers. It is possible for a one-horse farmer to surround twenty-five acres of land with a thick wall a mile high and live in the en joyment of his labor for any number of years wthin the allotted three-score and ten. Dis cussing the independence of the farmer the Savannah Morning News says: «■- We are all more or less, more more than less, dependent upon the farmer. Down at the fundamental of the thing, however, the farmer is not. dependent upon any other class for an actual liv ing. He depends upon others to buy his stuff —but he can live in a pinch without selling or buying much stuff of any sort —if he raises food crops. He is de pendent upon others for service, but he can if he has to do it serve himself and get along. He depends upon the rest of us for market facilities, for trans portation, for conveniences like automo biles and toilet soap, but if it came to it he could raise a yoke of steers and get about over the country with loads of produce and his good lady could boil soft soap if she had to do it. The farm er at the last is the only potentially in dependent member of society. But the Georgia farmer, having long ago realized that a laborer is worth more than his hire, has expanded and is a recognized factor in every community. He is a business man of ability and » citizen of influence to be reck oned with in the promotion of community interests or the projection of commercial projects. The Georgia farmer is the peer of any in the land and a substantial addition to any community. DREAMS AND WAKING By H. Addington Bruce WHEN you dream you usually seem to yourself to be iff a world as real as the world of your waking hours. Fan tastic may be its events, curious its personages, but at the time of dreaming you, as a rule, do not question its reality. It is only later, upon awaking, that you not merely question, but flatly deny the reality of the dream-world in which you have been mov ing and acting. “How strangely my imagina tion ran away with me,” is often your com ment. Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps your waking life itself is a species of dreams —that, after death, you may have a larger waking, so to speak, in which you will look back upon the happenings of your dreams? Such a question, you perhaps hasten to in form me, is preposterously absurd, an insult to the intelligence. Yet it is today being se riously asked by some earnest thinkers in va rious parts of the world. In, for example, his recently published “My self and Dreams,” the English philosopher Con stable insists: “It > must be held to be within the bounds of possibility that at any moment the so-termed waking subjects may REALLY, really wake up, and, from his then transcendental state, con template his past life in the objective universe as a mere dream.” Not only this, but Constable avers that there is evidence that this possibility is a fact of human experience. He cities specifically the singular phenomenon of altering personality. There are people, as medical science well knows, who seem to have more than one self. Each of these “selves” has memory for only the facts of its individual experiences. Self A may continue dominant for weeks, or months, or even years. Then one day self B assumes charge. To self B the life of self A is undeniably a dreamlike life, for self B has no self-conscious memory for the experiences of self A. And, so long as the alternating condition persists, the life of self A seems as a dream to self B, and the life of self B as a dream to self A. Only—a fact Constable overlooks—there demonstrably is all the while an underlying self with a complete memory for the lives of both A and B. So that the phenomenon of al ternating personality does not, after all, support the theory of the possible unreality of our life here on earth. It does suggest, however, that possibly the dream experiences of every one of us have themselves an unsuspected reality, as viewed by a larger self cognizant of the happenings both of waking and of sleeping life. And, indeed, only a short time ago a Hin doo philosopher sent to me a questionnaire, pro pounding among other queries: “Who is it that sleeps, who is it that dreams, and who\is it that wakes up? “If the personality in each state is differ ent, what becomes of the waking state per sonality during dream and what of the dream personality during the waking state?” Veritably we are riddles to ourselves. And mayhap it is our lot to remain riddles until we reach the Great Beyond. Yet, gifted with the blessing of a mind, it must ever be none the less our duty to press ardently for a solution. (Copyright, 1920, by the Associated Newspapers.) RELIGION OUTDOORS By Dr. Frank Crane One of the most moving plays I ever saw was “The Sign of the Cross,” which boldly dramatized the religious sentiment. But pro fessional theatrical critics united with pro fessional church people to condemn it. Re ligion, they said, was out of place on the stage. It was profanation. It should be in a temple, set apart. This I conceive to be the acme of wrong headedness. The very place exactly for re ligion is on the stage, in the novel and in the street. So only will the day be hastened when “holiness shall be written on the pots and kettles and on the bells of the horses.'” The same outcry was made when D’Annun zio and De Bussy produced their “Saint Se bastian.” Bishops anathematized it and them and all who went to see it.' And your the atrical journalist echoed the bishops. The one thing the professional cannot un derstand and cannot tolerate, be he profes sional religionist or professional artist or pro fessional what-not, is that an emotion, or any little piece of life, should be misplaced. Hence the average arbiter of taste or of morals has no objection to devotion or to vice provided it will stay where it belongs, where tradition and custom have placed it. All this is narrow, unsound, and cheap. As a matter of fact, religion is much more ef fective on the stage than in church. It does vastly more good in the market place than in the pew. The great task of this age is to unchurch religion, as the great task of the dark ages hitherto has ben to fence it in and institu tionalize it. The finished product of institutionalized religion is the Pharisee. The best part of the contents of the church is that which has leaked out and soaked into humanity. I prize the religious feeling highest of all human emotions. I value the church sos what it has done to develop this. But the church is but the pot that held the flower. It is time to transplant. (Copyright, 1920, by Frank Crane.) AS A WOMAN THINKETH BY HELEN ROWLAND EVERY’ WIFE’S “VACATION” (Copyright, 1920, by The Wheeler Syndl cate, Inc.) EVERY wife looks blithely for ward to the summer vacation, As a sort of domestic hol iday— An annual honeymoon! She dreams of lolling indolently on the beach, steeped in sweet Irre sponsibility, clover blossoms, and starlight— Os strolling under a mellow moon, holding hands. Or of posing gracefully in a wide veranda, clad in a frilly frock and a picture hat, And flirting with her own husband! She dreams, figuratively speaking, of burying her wedding ring—that symbol of a thousand petty worries and responsibilities— And of being just a care-free girl, again! And then—with visions of some idyllic fairyland filling her soul—• She writes for the summer-resort catalogues. And they fume and fuss and worry and argue over where they shall go. And correspond with twenty or more rapacious hotel proprietors. And finally "compromise” on some thing that they don’t want, but can afford, or on something they do want, but can’t afford. And, after that, she has nothing in the world to do, But find a place for the maid, for the summer, And send the rugs to cold storage, And find somebody to take care of the cat, And ship the dog to Uncle Jim, And put away all the woolen things, in camphor, * And see that the ice, and the milk, and the newspapers are stopped, And make sure that the last of the laundry has come home, And pack all the trunks, And unpack them all again, to get out something she put in by mis take, And repack them—half a dozen times. And put all the toothbrushes, and the sweaters and the toilet articles in the grips. And find his steamer-cap, and his fishing tackle, and his old shoes, and his dancing pumps and his "sneak ers,” And rush for the boat, at the last moment, And find his razor and his shaving soap, in the stateroom, And see that he doesn’t sleep un der an open window and catch cold, And write all the separate mem bers of the family, the moment they arrive. And unpack his things, and find his clean handkerchiefs, and his bathing suit, and his canvas shoes, And "fancy up” the hotel room, so that it will look a little more home like, And find something for him to do, while she finishes unpacking, And ask the maid for more towels and* an extra blanket, And order his shaving water, and get out his sport shirts, And find the “lost chord” in his bathing suit, And run a new draw-string through it, And wait for him to finish shaving, And find the court-plaster, And to explain why there are so many' mosquitoes, And find the citronella, And convince him that he has the very best table in the dining-room, And sympathize, when the fish don’t bite, And explain why the bathing is so cold, And find the quinine, And utter the morning and eve ning invocation, “Rain, rain, go away! Little hubby wants to play!” And prove to him that it can’t go on raining forever! And go down on her knees and apologize to him for having "gotten him into this!” And then — Well then, it’s time to go back home, again, And take up life’s real burdens I WITH THE GEORGIA PRESS — Binging the Belle An inquirer in a dity paper wants . to know if it is legal for a young man of thirty to adopt a young wom an of twenty-five. It is—with a wed ding ring.—Dawson News. Such may have been true in Ed itor Rainey’s palmy days, but it re quires an automobile and bank ac count to overtake ’em nowadays. Solomon Was Fortunate price of an Egyptian war chariot at the time of Solomon was about S3OO. —Albany Herald. Couldn’t purchase the -wheels for that amount now, but since nobody rides in chariots it doesn’t matter. Scatter Bright Smiles The secret of many a woman’s rep utation for beauty lies in her smile. Cultivate the art. It costs nothing but an effort and its value has never yet been computed.—Sandersville Progress. “Let Your Light So Shine” . It’s funny to see how carefully some women try to hide their freck les when if they only knew it they are a mark of distinction that few can boast. —Thomasville Times-En terprise. Getting Beady for Tourists Hartwell will be ready with her hotel for the early tourists next sea son. Some of them just will stop now, with our old hotel running over. They all like this section of tb-e country.—Hartwell Sun. The Sun, which, with its last issue entered into its forty-fifth year, has been advocating the erection of a 'new hotel for several years, and a handsome building will be the result. Southwest Georgia’s Metropolis You can usually tell a good town the moment you see it, and the new comer woh sets eyes on Albany for the first time needs nobody to re mind him that he’s come to a regular, place —Albany Herald. Albany is a good town in a good county in the best state in the union. Brains and Sense Some men are blessed with an exy traordinary amount of brains ana cursed with an .appalling lack of sense. You read of them in the scan dal columns every day.—Winder News. , In other words, some men do not possess &>itficient "sense” to exercise their brains. MAXIMS OF A MOD ERN MAID BY MAB&UEKITE MOOERS MARSHALL (Copyright, 1920.) Love is a flame —but to some it is candle-light; to some, will-o’-the wisp; to some, conflagration. The man who marries one woman in order to forget another, loves— not THAT other, but SOME other— all the days of his life and wife. The moon may have been made for lovers—but it’s pretty tough on the moon! Why men marry: So that there will be somebody to telephone to the tailor when their suits need press ing. Why women marry: So that when life goes wrong some one besides themselves may be blamed. There is the man who gives up his subway seat to a woman—and there is the man who promptly slides into it ahead of her. Doubtless women are all one hun dred per cent loquacious—yet why is it that the chatterbox of a business office is always a man? When the average Anglo-Saxon tries to manipulate a double mean ing, it turns so unmistakably into a SINGLE meaning before he is through with it. When a proud, noble "sensitive gentleman” is bullied by his em ployer, there exists the possibility that the latter may be a much harassed man and that the former has a streak of yellow a yard wide. CURRENT EVENTS Up m Connecticut, where they have ten-foot snow drifts in the win ter, the thermometer jumped to 114 degrees on© day last week and all out-door work had to be suspended. Many cotton mills shut down before noon. It was the hqttest day in forty years, according to the old timers. Under a provision of .the peace treaty, Germany has been instructe'd to deliver to France 6,000,000 par tridges and 2,000,000 peasants to re stock th© area devastated by the Huns before they were driven out of northern France. As this district is hardly one-eighth as large as Georgia, a proportionate breeding stock of game would give this state 48,000,000 partridges and 16,000,100 pheasants. Chicago has launched a drive to round up 212 alleged “slackers” who are shown by records at Wash ington to have evaded the selective service law. Department, of justice agents all over the south as well as in the rest of the country are said to be investigating all cases where there seems to be any .delinquency as to serving in the army. Because the gas company at In dianapolis refused to fill the many balloons which were to take part in the International air races this fall, the big meet has been transferred to Chicago. It comes off in Sep tember. Brooklyn billboards and subway stations were decorated a few nights ago by scores of posters put up by representatives of the com munist party of America. An auto mobile hurried through the down town district at about midnight and the placards were posted in many places. The advertisements urged that all workmen throw down their tools and show the American gov ernment their power. “Call a general strike,” urged the posters, in flaming letters. “Stand by soviet Russia. Down with the capitalistic government of the Unit ed States.” Five million acres of good land in Japan awaits cultivation by farmers and now lies barren in spite of in ducements offered by the Nippon government, which exempts newly opened land from taxation for forty years in the hope of attracting set tlers. These figures were issued re cently by a California organization as proof that it is unnecessary for the Japanese to emigrate because their country is crowded. A little army of 2,000 the Republican party will “stump” the country in the interests of Sena tor Harding’s presidential candidacy this fall. The feminine spell-binders will divide programs wjth masculine orators in all states where the race is close. King Alphonso, monarch of Spain, is greatly upset over the prospect of a nation waning in manpower and prestige. In a recent speech he de clared that more people died than were born in Spain during the last few years, especially in big cities like Madrid, Santa Cruz and Ten eriffe. Irresponsibility of the people and malaria are blamed for the dis tressing situation by his highness. He fears his country is in peril of disappearing. As a little token of affection for his wife, Charles H. Sabin, president of a big New York bank, last week completed plans for building a sl,- 000,000 home, which wilt be a pres ent to his better half. A “blue law” wave is apparently sweeping over Mexico, now that this turbulent nation has promised to be good. De la Huerta has decreed that all gambling, which has heretofore been licensed by the government, is to be abolished and that cabarets in Mexico City and elsewhere must shut down. Furthermore, he plans to es tablish a dry belt along the Rio Grande. This would put a “desert” some 200 yards wide between Mex ico and Texas. • American army nurses from now on will be ranked like officers in the army with authority to wear the proper insignia and to demand obedi ence from enlisted men and patients. Pennsylvania has received a check for $40,197.67 as the state transfer tax upon that part of the estate of Andrew Carnegie within this state. Mr. Carnegie died a year ago, and the Home Trust company, New York, executor, filed statements with Audi tor General Snyder showing that his estate was worth $31,355,937.29, and that he had given away during his lifetime $330,000,000, of which a con siderable part had been In Pennsyl vania. The only property left in Pennsyl vania which was taxable was given as $1,227,612.94, consisting of stocks and realty, and when this was veri fied by William C. Packer, of Pitts burg, settlement was made. In the old days the town crier was a recognized institution throughout France. But when the art of print ing came in the newspapers drove the town crier out of business. There are parts of France, however, where the town cries still makes his an nouncements, according to one of the members of A company. Eighteenth engineers. In an obscure little vil lage near the town where this unit was encamped there is an old man who stands at the main street cor ner and beats a drum to attract the attention of the populace when there is news to be given out. There is no newspaper. When the armistice was Signed the people of that village learned of it from the crier. Eight hundred million spools, with a market value of nearly $1,000,000, are turned out every year by the spool factories in Maine. White birch is the material used almost exclusive ly in thljs industry. The machines for making spools are complicated and require skilled men in their opera tion. The spools drop from the lathes at the rate of one each second, and must be perfectly uniform and true. The finished spools are mar keted largely in New York, Connecti cut and Rhode Island. A sack of 1,000 silver dollars re cently delivered to a San Francisco bank had been in the vault of the subtreasury since the day the coins were minted, October 21, 1891. The bank figures that if the money had been drawing interest from the date it was coined the sack would now be worth $3,000 instead of SI,OOO. French writer is distributing a Pamphlet showing that most of the Atlantic coast of the United States was discovered by the French ex plorer Verazzani in 1524, and urging 1924 the 400th anniversary of tbe d i s covery be du] y celebrated in the United States, says the "Argo naut. The Prince of Monoco has discov ered an cephalopode. His find is not a new game of chance, although he runs Monte Carlo. Neither is it a prohibition drink or a disease. Ac cording to the scientists, the cephalo pode is a deep sea fish equipped with electric lights. At least, it carries two luminous headlights that let him swim about in the darkest depths of the sea. This particular specimen can recharge his lanterns whenever his “batteries” play out. The ceph alopode cannot be kept alive except in water of tremendous depth. A Parsian stage beauty has sued a Russian prince for a golden bathtub which she claims is hers and which the defendant is trying to sell. Many bld ® r ® are willin P to pay as high as SIO,OOO for the tub are said to be Im patiently waiting the outcome of the litigation. Any American bachelon who fan cies the idea of having a French bride to decorate hs hearth and home should get in touch with Professor Paul Carnot, of Paris. .The profes sor wants to come to America in search of husbands for the many women of France whose chances of marrying in their home country have become slim because of the war’s de pletion of Frenchmen. As there is a great demand in the Malay peninsula and near-by coun tries for matches, the bulk of which Is now suplied by Japan and China, the progress of the new match fac tory which is being erected at Kuala Lumpur is receiving considerable at tention. The factory, which is ex pected to begin operations, soon, em braces two distinct and independent plants, each with a capacity for turn ing out from 700 to 750 gross boxes per day of ten hours. TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, l»2O. DOROTHY DIX TALKS BRINGING_UP MOTHER BY DOROTHY DIX The World’s Highest Paid Woman Writer (Copyright, 1920, by the Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.) z Z rp HERE are a great many ad • • I vantages in having a fam i ily,” said a woman the other day, “and not the least of them is the advantage of being prbperly brought up by your children. “Os course we talk a lot of non sense about the influence of parents over their children. That is only to save our faces. All of us who have children know that they influence us, and shape our lives a thousand times more than we do theirs. “And I am not referring to the moral uplift of children, either, though every baby inculcates in its parents a Spartan system of ethics that begins with self-abnegation and self-sacrifice and walking the colic and ends with self-control and refraining from doing things we would like to do, but don’t do, because We would be ashamed for the children to see us doing them. “No, I mean that it is our children who are a perpetual college extension course to us, who bring us up-to-date, and keep us there, who alter our method of living, teach us the new pronunciation and see to it that we are kept on the firing line—that is if they are good children, imbued with a fitting sense of their responsi bility and with a conscientious de sire to do their duty by their father and mother. “When I see a middle-aged woman I can tell at a glance whether she has been properly brought up by her daughters or not. If she has, she has on just the right width skirt, and young looking shoes, |nd the most expensive corset, and her hair is waved, and her nose is powdered, and she belongs to clubs and reads the six best sellers, and refrains from reminiscences of the complica tions of diseases from which her Aunt Susan passed away. "For her Anne Maria’s critical eyes have censored her costume. Her Anne Maria’s skilful hands have done up her hair. Her Anne Maria’s scornful, young voice has said: ‘For heaven’s sake, Mama, what do you think anybody wants to hear all of those post morjems for!’ "And Mama 1 meekly wears what Anne Maria picks out for her, and governs her conversation according to Anne Maria’s code, for of all peo ple in the world there are none be fore whom we so ardently desire to shine as our own children. “But if a woman has no daughters, or has daughters who neglect her education and permit her to grow middle-aged without their guidance, she is apt to dress sloppily and com fortably, to comb Ker hair the easiest way and to gossip*, about the things she is personally interested in, re gardless of their effect upon her listener. “For, alas, she has no Anne Maria to lay a restraining hand upon her, and steer her flat-heeled feet into the right road. “It is not to be denied that as WASHINGTON, D. C., Aug. 11. Few people who visit the capitol at Washington re alize the immense amount of work involved in the upkeep of the building and grounds. More than 300 people are constantly employed to keep it in proper condition. Be tween the sessions of congress the building is thoroughly gone over, and such alterations made as have been suggested during the busy season. For instance, during the last ses sion, members of both houses com plained about the color scheme in the house and senate chambers. They claimed that the dark tints had a depressing effect on their minds, so it was decided to decorate the rooms in a lighter shade. Su perintendent Elliott Woods and his staff are now experimenting with va rious shades to find something which will be lighter, yet preserve the dig nified tone which has always marked the halls of congress. The acoutic effect of tne supreme court, which was formerly occupied by the senate, before the second wing was added to the building, has always been poor. So this year the chamber has been virtually recon structed to remedy this difficulty. Two artists are at work in the senate corridor retouching the paint ings and frescoes, while on the house side extensive repairs are be ing made to the floor in the corridor. Owing to the large membership in that body, and the greater amount of traffic, it has been found that the floors on that side wear out much faster than in the senate wing. The House Members Walk The two office buildings in which the members of both houses have their offices, are being thoroughly gone over Between the capitol and the office buildings are two subways. In the senate wing there is a little electric railway, for which an addi tional car has just been ordered. The house members, being younger as a rule, decided that they did not need one, so they walk from the cap itol to their offices. The elevators in all three are being thoroughly gone over. The offices of senators and representatives are be ing generally cleaned, and redecorat ed in accordance with the wishes of the various occupants. Os course, the buildings are clean ed every day, or rather every night, after the adjournment of the two houses, but the general work of over hauling is done when congress is not in session. The statue sin Statuary hall are thoroughly washed with soap and water. Just before congress con venes, the Washington fire depart ment is sent for, and the hose turn ed on the outside of the building. Originally, the capitol was built of brown sandstone, but after be ing burnt by the British in 1814, the walls were painted white. The exterior of the building is repaired every three years, at which time a scaffolding is erected around the statue which crowns the dome, and it is given a thorough washing with soap and water. At one time a rumor was started that the statue was to be painted. A resolution was intro duced in the senate ordering the work stopped. Much conjecture has been Indulged in as to what it repre sents. Some claim it is an Indian, others an allegorical figure of Colum bia. According to Superintendent Woods, who is in charge of the building, it represents Freedom. Three Hundred Employes Down in one of the sub-basements of the building, out of sight of the public, are the shops and store rooms. Here are made and kept sup plies of every kind. Large quanti ties of paint, plumbing and electrical material are kept constantly on hand. Among the 300 employes carried on the capitol pay roll are plumbers, painters, carpenters, electricians, not to mention ordinary laborers of both sexes. An expert color mixer is one of the permanent members of the staff. Experts are employed for va rious kinds of special work. It may be easily understood that the super intendent of the capitol has a reg ular job on his hands. As a separate department the' grounds are in charge of a landscape gardener. There are many historic trees, such as the Washington Elm, under which the Father of His Country to sit and eat his lunch while he watched the progress of the capitol /building. Not long since it was found that this old tree was in danger of dying. A skilled tree sur geon was called in, and it was saved. Then there is the tree to which Thomas Jefferson tied his horse when he rode to the capitol to be inaugu rated the second time. When a tree is to be replaced, one of the members of congress is chosen to stand sponsor for it. The member selects the variety to be planted and the tree bears his name. The Cameron Elm is one of the grand old trees in the grounds. When the walks were being laid, it was found that this tree was in the way, and it was proposed that it be cut uown. Senator Cameron introduced a reso lution to preserve it, and the walk was laid around It. The position of each tree is shown CARING FOR THE CAPITOL By FREDERIC J. HASKIN the years go by we are apt to slump unless we have children who are on the job of properly bringing up their parents. We grow careless about our appearance and . about our speech. We fall into ‘ways,’ and just because of our age no one has the authority or courage to bring us to book, and make us correct faults, except our children. “They have no finicky delicacy about going for our most sacred feel ings with a meat ax. They rep resent the brutal candor of a near relation raised to its highest power, and thus our olive branches literally become rods that scourge us into the straight and narrow nath. “Now Providence has blessed me with a daughter who regards it as her mission in life to keep me up to the mark, and who is a severe but kindly critic of all of my faults and frailties, and I often wonder what would have become, of me if I had not had the benefit of her careful rearing. “Very likely, in my besotted ig norance, I should still have been playing Chopin instead of ragtime and jazz, and in composing a meal, J should have gone on putting to gether the dishes that taste well instead of considering whether 1 was getting a properly balanced ration. And, likely as not, I should have gone to my grave without find ing out whether a calorie was a new brand of canned goods or an esotri* religion. “And it makes me brush to think of how many words I pronounced incorrectly, and how many books I loved that are not real literature at all, when tested by the highest standards, and how atrocious my taste in household decoration and dress was, and how little I under stood about the lines—or curves— of my figure. “Fortunately my Anne Maria took me in hand in time. She gently, but firmly, corrected my faults, and supplied me with a 1920 model vo cabulary, with a fair sprinkling of up-to-date slang, and a new ward robe with short skirts and high heeled shoes. She also pMlgingly refurnished the house in period furniture, and has taught qae how to keep house with a budfe'et, and cooking school cooking, which doesn’t taste>as well as my original brand, but Is doubtless better for our digestions. “I understand that Anne Marla thinks well of her ji>b of banging me up, and brags of me to her friends as an example of what a conscientious daughter can djo with a mother when she gives her mind to It. “I can not say that I Ijaye in variably enjoyed the educatidpal ad vantages I have been privileged to have thrust upon me, but I have one comfort. Anne Maria is qhout to be married. Some time She will have a daughter of her ojwn, arid then she will get her (Copyright. 1920, by the Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.) on a large chart of the grounds, with the name of its sponsor attached. Trees have been planted by the late Senator Gallinger,' “Uncle Joe’’ Can n<W, Champ Clark and other members of both bodies. Miss Jeanette Ran kin, the only woman member of con gress, planted a California redwood. A Village in Itself So it can be readily seen that the capitol is practically a village in it self, not only from the number of people required, but from the num ber of trades represented in the work of keeping the building and grounda clean and in repair. From the light ning points which surmount the statue on the dome, to the giant power plant, the largest single plant south of New York, which supplies light, heat and power to the capitol, senate and house office buildings, and the Library of Congress at a saving of thousands of dollars an nually, every part is constantly under the eye of experts. So systematically is everything arranged, that the work goes on Ilk* the revolutions of a vast machine. Only occasionally does one see the wheels go round. But they move all the time. Day after day, night after night, the building is gone over in such a careful manner that to the eye of the casual visitor, who doe* not bother to explore into the work ings of the system, it seems to be cared for automatically. He does not see the 300 men and women of all trades and professions work here all the time. No vacuum cleaners, no electrfo washers or other contrivances which lighten the work of the twentieth century housewife are used in th* capitol. All the work is done by hand—everything from scrubbing th* floors to washing the statuary. Thu* one may get some idea of the mag nitude of the task which falls to tn* lot of Uncle Sam’s housekeepers who care for the capitol at Washington. THAT’S A FACT BY ALBERT P. SOUTHWICK The highest railroad in the United States is the Denver and South Park, a branch of the Union Pacific, at Al pine Tunnel, 11,596 feet above **a» level. The tallest statue in the world 1* that of “Liberty,’’ on Bedloe's island. New York harbor, 305 feet high. Fqy ty persons can stand In the head amd the torch will hold twelve. Moore street. New York City, wa* originally Moor, the mooring plat!*, from which the single whajf *xtend ed a little beyond the present lim its of Water street. Solemn funeral ceremoni** were held over the body of Gangaiffiar Tl lak, Nationalist leader ana editor of the newspaper Mahratta, of Poona, who died in India last week. In presence of an enormous crowd tn* body was placed on a funeral pyre, erected on t ehsea beach at Poopa, and was burned. This is the first cremation of this kind in Hie memdry of the present generation. The news of Tilak’s death *pr«ad rapidly through the city of Poona yesterday morning and great crowds thronged the neighborhood of the hotel where he diea. In order that all might view the remains they were placed in a sitting posture on one of the hotel’s verandas.' 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